Something's calling me

Today I feel a little off.

I am experiencing a bit of physical pain and having been raised as I have, I wonder what sort of message my body is trying to send me. Pain is a sometimes indicator. Sometimes it sounds a little wishy washy, even by my standards. For example, if your throat is sore, scratchy, etc. It could mean there is something that you are avoiding saying.... Something you know needs to be said but something holds you back. You hold you back, obviously.

I was thinking earlier this morning while hanging the laundry about perception. Everything in life is perceived. And everything in life is perceived by each individual from an entirely unique perspective. One of the interesting paradoxes of life is that while there are aspects of life that we all perceive in the same way (color, sound, etc.) there are infinitely more ways in which our perception differs due to our perspective.

The beauty of perspective is that we can choose from which perspective we perceive.

My perception of life around me is controlled by my perspective and my perspective is controlled by my mind. Each day, I consciously choose to perceive from a perspective of positivity, optimism, love, abundance, joy, openness and gratitude. For in each moment infinite lessons abound; the task falls to us to be open to and aware of those lessons. Heeding them is another story entirely.

"We are the individuation of the Singularity experiencing life sequentially, simultaneously."

-Neale Donald Walsch.

Creativity Day

This morning I am inspired to work on our family's website. I'm designing it in iWeb; its a simple program, perfect for an amateur web developer like myself...

Yesterday was a wonderful Sunday. At Church I decided to sit in the bookstore and read rather than attend the service or sit with the Teen Group. It was perfect. I read the first chapter of Rev. Michael B. Beckwith's Spiritual Liberation. Interesting book. His story, pre-Spiritual Leader, surprised me.

I was very happy to see the Fives; a family of kids from a lesbian couple. Ailee, Aiden, Ian, and Ocean are some of the most loving, tender children I know. And they love me.

At home I took care of some chores. Actually it was more like a short cleaning binge. I have my days in which I go wild, cleaning for hours on end. Yesterday was not one of them. Though I did manage to vacuum the entire house before I lost interest. Plus my interest was diverted by the latest issue of Dwell, my favorite magazine.

Thereafter, I spent some time on the family website. I wrote a little bit for our Welcome page, then proceeded to construct simple pages for each family member, profiles if you will.

I'm excited to see where it could go.

Sam and Dad just sped off in our latest automobile acquisition. Another Volvo. We now have four. This one was purchased off of our dear friends the Politos. Last night they made a surprise visit; our first time seeing them in years. This one's a 740, white, with what looks like a black interior. Though I haven't had the chance to give it a look over.

Dad wouldn't tell us who was coming to visit. So we guessed. But our guesses came nowhere close to the truth.

Sam and I decided to go to a movie; I invited Trisha and we made it just a few minutes late to the 7:55 showing of District 9. It was an interesting, dystopian, sci-fi flick.

I sometimes tire of the incessant production of dystopian films. Would we bore of watching a film that was utopian? We would suspect, around every corner, a dark twist.

Where are the Eco-Heroes? Believable, cool Eco/Spiritual Heroes. I can think of one film, the Peaceful Warrior, that aspires to my desires.

I'm waiting. Maybe it's mine to do....

Today: website design, excel worksheet for CSA/Mom, laundry, laughing, singing, writing, dishes, water and love.

I love my life. Life is Good, all the time.

Day of work

Reconnoitering

Quite a summer it's been thusfar, quite a summer indeed.
As I write, I'm sitting at the Hill Street Cafe on Coast Highway in Oceanside awaiting a Gnarly Marley roll. It's phenomenal.
On the menu they say it comes with matches; it's brilliant.
I've just returned from a week on the Moneterey Peninsula where I attended a week-long conference of my spiritual community. I spent the week in service; it was fabulous.
One of my roles at Asilomar, as the grounds are called and consequently our event carries the same name, is as Live Auctioneer. Each year we hold a silent and live auction to benefit the youth scholarship fund, from which we provide our youth with scholarships to our events: camps, retreats, seminars, etc.
My other role, and the one in which my passion lies, is as a speaker. On Thursday morning I gave a 20 minute talk in front of 800 some odd people. It was wonderful. I'm working on adding the video of my talk to YouTube; look for it soon.
It was a transformative week. And this week every year for the past four years (this was my 5th) has been truly profound. I feel as though I would do well to commit to attending this retreat for many, many years to come. I wouldn't be the only one.
There are big things in store for me in the next year; I can feel it. There are things brewing right now; I am on the cusp of something great in my life. My next big adventure. Hmm, a misspelling looked good: adven-true... As opposed to adventure.
I find great pleasure in wordplay.
Until next time.
The world is a better place for your having been born.